No, I'll be rid of you, Arya thought. You don't become King-beyond-the-Wall becauseyour father was. Why, that would be me, said the one-eyed man. Tyrion was impressed.
The worst of the lot was Del, ahorsefaced youth near Jon's own age, who would talk dreamily of this wildlinggirl he meant to steal. She slipped the dress over her head, and donned the cloak, thoughshe left the hood down for the moment. Your wild beast has a taste for human flesh, I hear, heh, the old manhad said. That was stupid, we must still be fifty leagues away.
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